Woke up to this Saturday morning: Provo's first snowfall, and a little surprise that got me out of cleaning the chapel with the Young Women.
My little truck, which I will drive until the day it dies, sustained the injury. Just another dent to add more character, this time in the roof:
No other damage. We punched the roof back up and she's still running like a dream. Landlord's homeowner's insurance may cover it . . . but given the other dents, including the last one—which, through insurance reimbursement, funded my trip to Italy—I'm not sure we'll fix it.
Character and all, I still get people stopping me in parking lots and on the street and at all the auto-body repair places asking me if I'd sell it. No, I'm taking this one to its grave.
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